Summer flowers nod in the sunshine.
As I watered my little garden the other day, I admired the bees
and butterflies that flitted about.
The bees nuzzled into the blossoms and sucked nectar into
a little sac on their body called a crop.
Those little creatures took refuge in the buds until they filled up on the sweetness.
When I seek refuge in God's arms,
I rest there until I fill up on his love and peace.
When life is hard, seek shelter in God's arms.
